January 23, 2018

The tear of skin, the crackle of bones. She Crumbles

Her hands plunge into oblivion

Her eyes flee to the shadows of the labyrinth

Her feet are stuck in desert thistles

Her lips are thirsty despite the Thames

The river bursts with laughter

The body

The crumbs

The echo of their fall


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